


Plus One

by gaymumbling



Category: Pentagon (Korea Band)
Genre: Alcohol Is Consumed, College AU, M/M, Rated for alcohol and swearing, frat party, hoyjong has lines but he just spurs the plot lol, hui wooseok and jinho are mentioned, hyunggu is confident gay, tinder is used, youtuber!hyunggu, yuto is panicked gay
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-07-06
Updated: 2018-07-06
Packaged: 2019-06-06 10:09:44
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,933
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15192524
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/gaymumbling/pseuds/gaymumbling
Summary: Which reasonably good-looking man from Google Images would he choose for his pictures? What would be put in his bio? Should he connect his Spotify? He decided that yes, he should, because music taste is a big thing for him when it comes to choosing the right person. He put in the name of his school and real age and clicked “done.”In which Hyunggu gets to invite a plus-one for a frat party and turns to Tinder for a date.





	Plus One

**Author's Note:**

> welcome to my first fic in the pentagon fandom! i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope you have fun reading it too ~

“So yeah, you can bring someone if you want, if that will make you more comfortable, I guess. But only one person. I don’t want this getting too out of hand,” the boy on the other end of the phone said.

Famous last words. Frat parties always get out of hand; there’s no avoiding that.

“Oh yeah, totally, I’ll be there! Looking forward to it- oh! should I bring anything? Drinks or something?” Hyunggu added, as an afterthought. While he didn’t really have that much extra money to spend, (YouTube didn’t really pay that much, after all) he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to help out his younger friends. Being 21 had its perks.

“I mean, sure, if you want. We’re kinda set, but if there’s anything you want to be sure to have, by all means, I’m not going to say no to more alcohol.”

“Great! See you later!” He said, hanging up the phone and laying back into the stiff but somehow comforting mattress. He placed his phone on his chest and stretched his arms over his head.

One good thing about sleeping until 1pm was that half of the day was already over by the time he woke up. He didn’t have to wait that long for things to happen. One of Hyunggu’s least favorite things was to be bored. Which may be why he started posting videos on YouTube. He definitely didn’t expect  his dance videos and song covers to blow up like they did, but he loves what he’s doing and apparently so do just over a million other people. Sometimes he gets recognized on the streets, which will never stop being weird, he thinks, but going to parties on campus have never really been a problem. All of his close friends know about his channel and are cool with it, and everyone else is generally too drunk to function properly enough to recognize him.

And, to his knowledge, everyone he knew was already invited to the party. What did Hyojong mean when he said to invite a plus one? Did he think Hyunggu might be seeing someone and not telling anyone? Or was he just overthinking the whole thing and should just get to finding someone to invite on such short notice?

Probably the latter.

There was no better place to find company very quickly than on the Internet. Obviously, Hyunggu knew the dangers of meeting people online but he was a (somewhat) fully-functioning adult and completely capable of dealing with any consequences he met. It was a small party, so it wasn’t like he could ask his few thousand Twitter followers if anyone wanted to go, and it wasn’t like most of them lived around his campus anyway. He _could_ go on Snapchat and see who was near him on snap maps, but he quickly shot down his own idea because, come on, that’s kinda creepy. So, he chose the far less creepy route and took the most logical next option he thought of, which just so happened to be downloading Tinder.

What could go wrong?

He knew he couldn't use his own name and pictures. What if someone matched with him only because they recognized him from online? As unlikely as it may be, what with Tinder as the way they would be meeting, Hyunggu wanted a genuine connection with the person he would be spending the night with. He didn’t want his follower count to get in the way of the first impression.

While setting up the profile, he had some decisions to make. Which reasonably good-looking man from Google Images would he choose for his pictures? What would be put in his bio? Should he connect his Spotify? He decided that yes, he should, because music taste is a big thing for him when it comes to choosing the right person. He put in the name of his school and real age and clicked “done.”

Now it was time to sort through the seemingly countless guys in his area that were eligible for swiping. He spent the next hour and a half swiping left and right until he realized two things: one, he hadn’t eaten yet that day, and two, he needed to shower and pick what he would wear to the party. And, of course, pick up his drink of choice from the liquor store in town.

So, Hyunggu left his phone in his dorm to charge while he ran to the dining hall to grab the first semi-appetizing thing he could find, eating the chicken wrap on the way back to his building to shower. He figured that akin to a watched pot never boiling, a watched Tinder never matches, so he would be better off leaving it alone for a while and let the Internet work its magic.

After a hot shower spent singing along to his “favorite songs” playlist and brushing his teeth, he was ready to sit around wrapped in his towel and sort through his matches. It turns out that the guy from Google whose pictures he stole was more than just reasonably good-looking because his phone was flooded with notifications. That, or maybe the guys on Tinder that afternoon were also looking for genuine human connection and the snippet of personality he provided was just appealing enough to rope them in. He hoped for both, but counted on the former.

As he was scrolling through the list of people who messaged him first, one in particular caught his eye. The guy, Yuto, age 21, according to his profile, had a soft mouth and eyes that contrasted with his strong brows and jaw. Hyunggu opened the conversation and ignored the message for a moment while he clicked on the guy’s profile to look through his other pictures. He swiped through to find that he had curly hair and a couple of piercings in his ears. His smile lit up his face and made his eyes scrunch up a little and he was actually kind of adorabl-

Wait.

Hyunggu was not expecting the last picture.

It was of Yuto, presumably on a stage, with his shirt off. He had a thick chain necklace and dark wash skinny jeans but that was all he was wearing. The absence of his shirt revealed muscles that were defined but not harsh in his abs, chest, and arms. His hands were up near his head and there was the beginning of a smirk on his lips and Hyunggu was not prepared.

He took a deep breath and swiped up to see what information Yuto had put in his bio. For the most part, it was the usual: star sign, college, major, a vine reference. But right at the bottom, just above where he’d connected his Spotify, was a quote. No, not a quote. A lyric. From one of Hyunggu’s original songs that he had put on YouTube.

Basically, Hyunggu was in shock. He took a deep breath and clicked back to the conversation that Yuto had started.

_Yuto_

Hi, um. Youre cute.

This made Hyunggu’s heart flutter even though there was no way Yuto could know what he actually looked like. He suddenly felt bad that his first impression on him would be a straight-up lie. He couldn’t get caught up in that though; he had an invitation to give.

_Me_

oh my goodness. so are you!!

Cute, Hyunggu admitted, was an understatement. But he couldn’t help but throw the compliment back at Yuto because it was easy and his brain wasn’t exactly working properly yet. Which may be why he decided to send another message, saying

_Me_

so, i see you like kino? I love the lyrics in your bio

_Yuto_

Oh my goodness, yeah! It’s rare people recognize that!

_Me_

oh yeah, i love that song. it’s one of my favorites

_Yuto_

Glad to see we have similar taste in music!

_Me_

yeah, that’s always a plus

Hyunggu can’t believe himself. Is he really complimenting himself to a complete stranger on the Internet? All in hopes of getting him to come to a frat party? A frat party, he realizes with a start, that begins in just a few hours.

It’s time to get this show on the road.

_Me_

so I kinda have a confession to make

_Yuto_

Oh no what is it?

 

_Me_

remember how you said I’m cute?

_Yuto_

... yes?

_Me_

I may be catfishing you just a /little/ bit

_Yuto_

O... kay?

_Me_

and I have reason to believe you’ll like my real face better?

“Jesus Christ,” he thinks. “How much weirder can I possibly make this interaction?” Maybe he should just quit while he’s ahead. But, honestly, that would have meant not making a fake Tinder in the first place and just going to the party alone, like he originally planned. A more suitable idiom for this situation might be “upstream without an oar.”

_Yuto_

I... um. Sure. Add me on snap and send a picture? @adachiyuto

_Yuto_

I can’t help myself. I’m curious

_Me_

okay. Prepare yourself

_Yuto_

That confident, eh?

_Me_

uh, kinda

(Somewhere across the dorms, Yuto is alone in his room, having what may be one of the weirdest conversations he has ever had on Tinder. Then, he gets a notification from Snapchat that makes it even more odd.

@ _knnovation just added you on Snap!_

He nearly dropped his phone.

Apparently, that Tinder guy had a very good reason to be confident.)

Hyunggu was about to lose his mind waiting for Yuto to add him back. It shouldn’t have been as stressful as it was. They barely knew each other besides what information 6 pictures and a 500-character bio can give a person to go off of. But for some reason, Yuto was already making Hyunggu flustered. Right when he was just starting to wallow in his own self pity for being so sure his crazy plan would work, his phone vibrated with a notification.

_@adachiyuto just added you back!_

Before he could talk himself out of it, Hyunggu threw on a shirt, snapped a quick selfie and sent it, just to indefinitely prove that he was indeed himself.

Yuto opened it immediately and responded in a chat.

YUTO

|I just can’t believe it’s you

ME

|yep. the one and only

Suddenly, everything was going better than he thought it would. Granted, there was a bit of panicking that happened (and, kind of, was still happening) but now everything was looking up. Now all Hyunggu had to do was ask Yuto to go to the party, which may prove to be easier said than done. Still, he mustered every ounce of confident gay he could and sent the message.

ME

|so i was wondering if you were doing anything tonight

YUTO

|I mean, not really. Why?

ME

|there’s a party on campus that my friend is throwing

|i was wondering if you might want to go with me?

Yuto typed and deleted a response for a worrying amount of time. The thought crossed his mind that he was being too forward to ask someone he’d literally just met (and not even in person) to join him at a frat party. His fears were doused when Yuto replied:

YUTO

|Fuck it. Sure

|Send me the location?

ME

|it may be easier to send you the location of my dorm? so we can walk together?

YUTO

|Sounds good to me

And that was that. Hyunggu had his plus one. Now all he had to do was actually get ready for the party. And to see Yuto for the first time. But he wasn’t worried about that.

Not at all.

Hyunggu distracted himself from the bit of anxiety that was seeping into his brain with some loud music and the monotony of making himself presentable. He took off his glasses and put in contacts, threw on a little makeup (because why not?) and set to work choosing an outfit. The party was casual and hopefully not many people would be there, but he still had a reputation to uphold of being a rather spiffy dresser. He settled on a white button down with dark jeans, and decided at the last minute to throw on a skinny tie.

He sent a quick snap to Yuto to get his opinion on the outfit.

ME

|you look really good

YUTO

|Haha

|Thanks

Hyunggu couldn’t wait for him to arrive at his dorm. He did one more check that he had everything he needed and realized with a start that he forgot about running to the liquor store.

Maybe... maybe he and Yuto could go together.

At long last, Hyunggu’s phone lit up from where it was laying on the bed.

 

YUTO

|Im in the entry for your building

ME

|okay!! i’m coming down now

He grabbed his keys and ID from his desk and bolted out the door, heart racing down all four flights of stairs to the ground level. Yuto caught his eye and he basically skidded to a stop at the bottom of the steps. Something he couldn’t tell from the snaps he received was exactly how tall Yuto was. Even from across the entry, he could tell that he had a good four or so inches on him. Hyunggu was momentarily all types of flustered until he noticed the effect he had on the other boy. Not only had he removed the tie as per Yuto’s earlier request; he also unbuttoned an extra button on his shirt and he could tell without looking that his sprint down the stairs had mussed his hair a bit. Yuto was staring at him with his mouth slightly open, and his eyebrows raised, just barely, but enough to inject pure confidence right into Hyunggu’s bloodstream. He sauntered the last few steps toward Yuto before stopping in front of him to ask his question.

“I promised the host I would bring something to drink,” he said, “but I forgot to run and get it earlier. Would you come with me?”

Yuto cleared his throat and glanced at the wall just behind Hyunggu. “I, uh. Don’t see why not.”

(Yuto couldn’t believe this was happening. Kino sounded just like he did through the speakers in his computer. Or phone, whatever he was using to watch his videos. He was somehow crisper in real life though; something the camera and microphone could never dream of capturing. Glancing away from his perfect face was all he could do to not faint right on the spot.)

Hyunggu gave Yuto his best face-split-open smile and lead the way to his car. Like a true gentleman, he opened the passenger side door open for him while he walked around the front to slide into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t a fancy car by all means, but the interior is clean and the speakers work well. Hyunggu turned up the radio and found a song that he recently covered on his channel, and began to sing along, softly at first but louder as he noticed Yuto start to relax. He hoped it was his voice that had this effect on the taller boy.

(The car is nice, but not so nice that Yuto felt odd sitting in it. Hyunggu reached over to adjust the radio and found a song that sounded familiar until Yuto realized that the last time he heard it, it was coming out of Kino’s mouth. The boy in the driver’s seat started to sing along, and Yuto let his soothing tenor take some of the edge off of his mood.

Soon enough, Yuto felt calm enough to sing along as well. Kino smirked a little through the lyrics, and Yuto has to close his eyes to avoid a meltdown. What is he letting this boy do to him?)

The liquor store was a short drive from the campus, just over a mile, so the two got there in no time. They walked in, picked up a couple of bottles of something or other, and paid with no problems or any instances of panicked Yuto rearing his bashful head.

That was certainly a first for the night.

They drove back to campus, hummed a few songs, and parked the car in the lot outside of the frat house. It was barely 8:30, but the party was already in full swing. The loud music and shouting emanating from the house filled Hyunggu with the exhilaration that comes with a party, and he passed one of the glass bottles to Yuto. Then he grabbed his free hand. He could feel Yuto tense up a bit in his fingers and wrist, so he ran his thumb over his knuckles. Yuto audibly exhaled and let his fingers curl tighter around Hyunggu’s. He smirked and Yuto grinned and they walked up to the entrance of the house, swinging their hands between them.

Despite it only being just past dusk, the interior of the house was dark save for the neon lights placed randomly around the rooms and the electric technicolor disco ball that sat on the coffee table, the likes of which Hyunggu had last seen at a friend’s sleepover party in 7th grade. He threw his car keys in the dish already full of lanyards and keychains, and pulled Yuto through the house. The two made their way past the couples sprawled over couches, the token guitar guy sat on the floor, and sweaty college kids dancing do music with a heavy bass and at last entered the brightly lit kitchen.

“You want a drink?” Hyunggu asked, grateful for the door that separated the room from the rest of the party.

“Definitely,” Yuto answered, already uncapping the bottle of alcohol.

Hyunggu found them each a red plastic shot glass (classy, Hyojong) and poured two shots.

“To tonight,” he said, before downing the liquid in a single elegant gulp. Yuto did the same, albeit considerably less elegantly. “I’m gonna have another, if that’s alright with you?”

“By all means,” Yuto laughed. “You seem to handle it well.”

“Yes, sir, I do,” he said, pouring another shot. He held it up at arm’s length, winked at Yuto, and downed the drink. “Now what do you say we say hi to my friends?”

Hyunggu grabbed Yuto’s hand, who allowed the shorter boy to drag him through the door and back into the thick of the party. Hyunggu quickly found a group of his friends, a couple of whom regarded their clasped hands with nothing more than a raised eyebrow and half a smirk. For that, Yuto was grateful.

“Okay so, this is Hyojong, Hui, Jinho, and Wooseok,” he said, vaguely pointing to each of them in turn. “Guys, this is Yuto.”

Yuto dipped his head slightly and gave each boy a small wave, which was so cute that Hyunggu just about melted right then and there. Yuto got talking with Wooseok about something he could barely hear over the noise of the room, when Hyojong leaned over.

“That’s quite the plus one you’ve got there,” he said. “He seems like a treat.”

Hyunggu could only nod and smile softly in response, his gaze shifting to Yuto when he heard his stage name. He laughed when he realized Yuto had been referring to him as Kino for the whole conversation, and harder when he realized that Wooseok hadn’t stopped him. He rested his hand on Yuto’s shoulder and spoke in his ear.

“Please, call me Hyunggu,” he said, and could only imagine the shiver it sent down the taller boy’s spine. “Kino is just for the Internet.” He punctuated the request with a giggle, and slid his hand down Yuto’s arm to join their hands for the third time so far that night. Not that Hyunggu was counting.

(Yuto was counting.)

He planned to lose track later in the evening, anyway.

The boys mingled for a little while longer, Hyunggu flitting around to other social circles and introducing everyone to Yuto, even those who Yuto was sure he’d already seen in classes or sat with while studying at the library. It was somehow possible that Hyunggu became _more_ personable while tipsy. They made another lap around the room, saying hi to people they missed in the first round (and to a few for a second time), and found themselves back in the kitchen. Hyunggu took another shot and poured one for Yuto before declaring himself done for the night.

“But only with liquor!” he amended. “Beer is still in play!”

Yuto chuckled and popped open a beer for them to split. Hyunggu didn’t need to know that he wasn’t going to let him drink the whole thing by himself.

They sat around in the living room, passing the can back and forth for a little while. Yuto was very comfortable, with Hyunggu pressed into his side, head on his shoulder, and leg folded so it rested in Yuto’s lap. They traded off taking sips from the can until it was half empty and Yuto placed it on the coffee table, where Hyunggu immediately forgot about it. They sat on the couch for another blissful few minutes until Hyunggu heard a song that he loved and decided that it was imperative to his emotional wellbeing that they dance.

Yuto obliged, taking his hand and leading him toward the music. They stood vaguely next to each other, only kind of bobbing to the beat until Hyunggu rolled his eyes, grabbed both of Yuto’s hands, and started to wave them around wildly. This got Yuto to grin, which quickly turned into a smile almost bright enough to match Hyunggu’s own. He started moving his hips to the music, slowly incorporating his shoulders and then his hands, which were still firmly grasped around Yuto’s. He let go and did a spin, effectively putting about a foot of space between them. Hyunggu looked at Yuto with what could only be described as bedroom eyes before he started doing some dance moves that were vaguely familiar, reminiscent of the style of choreography often seen in videos on his YouTube channel.

(Yuto realized he must be doing a dance routine featured in a video, but couldn’t place which one. Until- holy shit. He’d watched this video too many times not to recognize it right away. It must be the alcohol slowing down his brain. Not only did he fall in love with the song he danced to, but he fell in love with the dance moves and the boy perfectly executing each movement and flourish as if he were born to move this way.

Suddenly, his thoughts caught up with what was happening in front of him and he remembered what came next. Kino - Hyunggu - was right in front of him, getting ready to gracefully fall to his knees and-)

Hyunggu looked up from his spot, expecting to make eye contact with Yuto for this next part, but only saw the back of the other boy’s head as he made a beeline for the living room. He silently thanked any gods who would listen that most of the people that previously occupied that room had either moved on to dancing or to do who knows what in the bedrooms, leaving the room conveniently empty. He found Yuto sitting in the spot they’d shared minutes earlier, which gave him the impression that he wanted to be found. That was a good start. Hyunggu carefully walked over and placed himself on the cushion next to Yuto, leaving barely an inch of space between their legs.

(Yuto immediately missed the comforting pressure of Hyunggu’s leg over his lap. He scooted closer and recreated the position from the last time they shared this couch. Hyunggu smiled at him sweetly, the intensity from his dance melting away, and Yuto’s nerves melting with it.)

“Hey,” Hyunggu whispered. “Talk to me.”

“I just- I guess I couldn’t handle you.”

“I mean, yeah, who can?” he joked, moving his hand along Yuto’s shoulder and over to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Very funny,” he said, glancing around the room. “I- you’re- you’re so beautiful and talented and confident... and I can’t believe I’m sitting next to you right now, and you look so damn _good_ with your shirt buttons undone like that-”

Hyunggu cut him off with a gentle, “hey.”

“Look at me.” Yuto did. “Can I kiss you?”

Yuto nodded and a breathless “yeah” left his lips. Not one second later, Hyunggu leaned down to close the space between them, brushing their lips together with a soft smile before moving even closer to truly kiss him. Yuto tensed up at first, but then relaxed against Hyunggu’s hand at his neck and moved his lips in sync with Hyunggu’s. He pulled away with a smirk and his eyebrows raised.

“Are you sure you’re not letting me do this just because you’re drunk?” Hyunggu asked.

“No, no of course not. I’ve wanted to do this since you sent me that silly selfie on Snapchat,” Yuto responded, giggling at his alliteration, “I promise.”

Hyunggu grinned.

“Well, I’ve wanted to do this-” he rearranged his body so he was on Yuto’s lap, facing him, and put his hands on Yuto’s chest “-since I saw that last picture in your Tinder profile.”

Yuto was overcome. He saw the spark of want in Hyunggu’s eyes, and couldn’t ignore the way he bit his bottom lip just a little after making his assertion.

“Please kiss me again,” he asked.

Hyunggu was quick to oblige, ducking his head so their lips could meet again, moving one hand back to its place behind Yuto’s neck and leaving the other to rest on his chest. One of Yuto’s hands found a home at Hyunggu’s hip; the other gripped his thigh. As their kiss became more heated, Hyunggu slid his hand farther up the back of Yuto’s head until he could fill his hand with the soft threads of his hair. He gave the gentlest tug and was rewarded with Yuto gasping into his mouth. What he wouldn’t give to have that happen again, he didn’t know, but he did know that he didn’t want the kissing to stop. It was barely kissing anymore, anyway. Before either of them knew it, they were stumbling blindly into makeout territory, almost becoming one of the gross couples twined together on the couch.

To Yuto’s apparent dismay, Hyunggu pulled back again then pressed their foreheads together. He was breathing heavily, but composed enough to whisper, “We’re drunk.”

Yuto laughed quietly against Hyunggu’s ear. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

“Maybe we should continue this later?” Hyunggu suggested. Yuto pouted for a moment before answering.

“Yeah, maybe we should. I’m super tired anyway.”

“Do you want to come back to my dorm for the night?”

“Obviously,” Yuto agreed, a smile on his lips.

“Okay, let’s go,” Hyunggu said, as he stood up from Yuto’s lap and extended a hand to help him up.

He dragged the boy back to the kitchen to collect the alcohol they brought, before checking to see his key card was still in the holder stuck to his phone case. Satisfied, he lead Yuto through the house toward the door. They burst into the cool night air; a welcome change from the stuffy interior of the house. They left the party much like they entered, swinging their hands between them.

They had already walked halfway to Hyunggu’s dorm when Yuto realized something.

“We forgot your car keys at the house,” he said.

“Oh, don’t worry. Everyone will get theirs back tomorrow. Hyojong is very adamant about not letting anyone drink and drive.”

“That’s good of him.”

“Yeah.”

Yuto and Hyunggu fell into a comfortable silence for the rest of the walk. Their fingers were laced together at their sides, which sent warmth up Hyunggu’s arm despite the slight chill of the night. They made it into the building and then the dorm with minimal fumbling for the key card or doorknob. Hyunggu mentally pat himself on the back for that.

Silently, and without turning on the light, they both stripped to their underwear. Hyunggu tossed Yuto one of his oversized band tees to wear to bed while he slipped into a shirt of his own. He laid on the bed, stretched, and reached out his arms to invite Yuto to join him.

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

Hyunggu hoped he would remember that night when he woke up in the morning.

(So did Yuto.)

**

(Yuto woke alone in a dorm room he had never seen before. In real life at least -- he recognized the collection of posters above the bed from somewhere, maybe on the Internet? With singing involved? His phone went off from where it was plugged in next to the bed, and when he saw the notification it hit him.

_Snapchat: from knnovation_

He grinned and unlocked his phone to see the picture, memories of Hyunggu’s hand in his hair coming back in waves.

Hyunggu is swimming in a huge hoodie, his makeup from the night before a bit smudged and his hair flat across his forehead, but Yuto doesn’t think he could look more perfect.

He smiles and sends a quick selfie in response. He can’t wait to have this boy back in bed with him, to feel the weight of his head against his chest and their hands intertwined under the covers. Maybe their legs would get tangled up in the sheets. Maybe they could trade hoodies so they could always be enveloped in the other’s scent while they slept. Really, the possibilities were endless.)

**Author's Note:**

> well that was that. i have had this written for like 3 weeks but i didn't want to post it until i finished a chaptered work and that's done so behold: my first yuki. man the yuki tag on here is so dry i think i'll write more for them-- their personalities are so fun to write hhaha  
> so yes i hope you enjoyed! and i hope the pictures still work! this is a huge experiment and im just hoping the code doesnt break :E  
> comments and kudos feed my angry writer soul!! i love you all!!  
> hit me up on tumblr to shout with me about memes and astrology and kpop lol @ gaymumgling.tumblr.com // kpop sideblog @ ih8menow.tumblr.com  
> (as i type this im listening to shoot me youth: pt1 bc manipulating code is h a r d and inserting pictures is di ffi c u lt [all i did was copy and paste but u know. code is Not double spaced and im on the #struggle bus])


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